The sun take a bow for a day well lit
Next act is night with an audience of brothers and sisters
Havin' a celebration of sorts
Meeting one another hoping soon to be lovers
Sisters have always facsinated me
The many shades, the many sizes and features
Such a wide variety of african women
Sometimes leaves me frustrated and speechless
I try not to admire what I can't obtain or have
Things beyond my reach don't exist to speech
Seeing how I'm a bit shorter than the average man
I patiently wait for someone I can reach
Many sisters don't understand my style
I live my life in an outcast tribe
A tribe that strives to see a brighter day
I forsee that I'll walk with closed eyes... until dawn

Dawn of the dreads
Rejection is a fear of mine
For one reason or another
But I still asked for a date with this woman she said no
I said oh I forgot there's a gap between the richer
and the poorer po
Slowly all the shades sizes and features became less different
And more the same
Except a certain femail with all new features
But I knew not her name
By this time the sun was preparing
For another appearance the sky was pure red
The night grabbed the moon and soon the darkness
was almost dead
The sky now is orange and the night has left the stage
The curtains open wide and the bright sun yawns
To signify a glorious bright new day
The glorious day that I would meet, dawn
The natural dread also of the outcast tribe
Knowledgeable enough to understand my style and we kiss
In the name of rejection, the sky looks at us and warmly smiles

Dawn of the dreads
The dreads symbolize the natural growth of not just the hair
But also of the mind and also the bond that keeps us in love
The struggle enhances that bond throuhout time when I see her
I see life the vast scope of life in her eyes of no wrong

Faith plays a big ass part
I'm still kinda young but I feel
I could really run with dawn
Dawn of the dreads